These valley blooms of May

Drape high in early spring

Reaching for the sunlight

To dry its lady’s tears

To soon harvest bouquets

With words too hard to sing

I left these bells of mine

In hope they’d reappear

Due in eyes of winter

Reflect on what is lost

Sow the seeds patiently

Blossom within the year

White flowers borne in spray

Behold what beauties bring